How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 110

 

“Hwuuu…”

 

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

 

Was a banshee crying again?

 

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

 

“Hwuuuuu…”

 

“You can stop.”

 

Oh, was it just a dream?

 

A dark room slowly became clearer. I’d seen this room before.

 

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

 

I couldn’t see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

 

Oh, that’s right. I had had a dream like this once before.

 

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man…

 

“Isn’t it time you stopped with the bad acting?”

 

The woman quit her wailing. “What if I don’t want to?”

 

“Ah, you’re really driving me crazy.”

 

“As expected, it doesn’t work on you,” I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

 

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn’t see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

 

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. “You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?”

 

“That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?”

 

“Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don’t you pick a fight with the entire world then?”

 

“You weren’t even there, so what do you know? Right, it must’ve been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does.”

 

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

 

“Watch your mouth.”

 

“Oh, don’t deny it, you know it’s true. And what if I don’t watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don’t even joke around, because we both know you won’t.”

 

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

 

She was deliberately targeting her opponent’s weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

 

“You’re such a bad f**king girl.”

 

“And you’re so handsome,” she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

 

“Consider it an honor then, if you’re willing to admit it.”

 

“Hah! An honor? You?”

 

“Anything you’re dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I’m your so-called husband.”

 

“I’m dissatisfied with your existence itself.”

 

your existence, you wicked

 

The mood was strange.

 

were seriously fighting, but they couldn’t take their eyes off

 

of them would turn around any minute now, storming out of the door if not taking swings at each other before that. Instead, it was the distance

 

almost chest to

 

be my appearance you’re

 

There are a hell of

 

here, then? Hurry up and go back

 

“You’re a damn j*rk.”

 

right?” The man came closer, as if there was still space left between them. “Visit her

 

don’t participate in the stupid

 

“Hell no!”

 

“Then I won’t either!”

 

her nails into the back of his neck,

 

her size, but he went

 

why I

 

the dark chamber. The only source of light came from the moon raining down on the couple clutching each other

 

Sad and hopeless and wretched all

 

eyes turned to

 

a ghost in this dream, after all. Someone from

 

somehow, that woman smiled at me—a meaningless,

 

into pieces. The face I hadn’t been able

 

The woman was me.

 

that’s you…

 

Then, that man is…

 

check, to see, to make sense of it, but it was as if someone had turned me to

 

man and the woman vanished and

 

***

 

my eyes had me twitching, trying to blink it

 

tried to lift my hand, but it dropped down to the bed

 

Who got me

 

woke up, I turned my eyes to my right, the feeling of someone else’s arm underneath

 

I wanted to cry.

 

next to me, looking like he hadn’t just gone through hell and back, but there were no

 

him in, my eyes leaving no part of his face untouched. He did

 

He looked miserable, though.

 

his bangs, the movement

 

almost a whisper in the soft breeze.

 

anything. It felt like

 

everything I had done in this life, all of it flashed before my eyes, like a movie stuck on repeat

 

like a stranger in my own body thinking about

 

him, the voice I answered him with was low and hoarse as

 

“What…?”

 

time. I’ve never really been me. All I was,

 

very well, something that had revealed itself

 

me to be. When my brother had had enough of my sniveling and groveling and breaking down,

 

always been

 

“Always.”

 

curled into a mean snarl. I knew it wasn’t me he

 

already in a situation where I’m hated

 

numb finger, gently at first until I pressed hard on the bone of his cheek,

 

cracking such a silly joke, Izek still kept on gazing at me with that same brokenhearted look

 

free, he could embrace me fully,

 

torso and burying my head in the juncture where his shoulder and neck met, breathing in his masculine

 

didn’t understand why my head felt

 

I didn’t remember it

 

look at me like that. Because it’s not your fault.

 

suffering-from-main-character-disease arrogant man,

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